Bread

I used to wish if I could choose
 The perfect job full time
 I'd spend the hours baking bread
 While writing countless rhymes
 But wait, it happened, so it seems
 The gift of time which we all dream
 Was granted, unbeknownst to me
 As we all faced uncertainty
 Money ain't the only thing
 That measures my success
 But dough gets super sticky and
 And songs don't pay the rent
 Songs are meant for me to sing
 They help me when I need
 But like the air which we all breathe
 They ain't made for free
 The knead is real, the perfect stretch
 To reach its goal, rise to success
 The taste of dough, won't fill the holes like
 Patience, drive and fearlessness
 Like bread that feeds, a song can touch
 Your heart and all its senses
 A loaf I shape, and chords I fudge
 Can offer priceless views through different lenses
 The knead is real, the perfect stretch
 To reach its goal, rise to success
 The taste of dough, won't fill the holes like
 Patience, drive and fearlessness
 I used to wish if I could choose
 The perfect job full time
 I'd spend the hours baking bread
 While writing countless rhymes